A trap with blades as sharp as the suns rays
Is whats cutting into my heart
I've been left expressionless-
- due to the agony
...The flower always wilts.
Hot lava pushing its way from
the core of my spirit
Is making my flesh burn
The pain is excruciating
...my God, the agony
...The snakes skin is always shed.
The over-powering pounding shots
of desperation - so amplified
Are destroying my mind,
leave me agony, leave
...Thunder is so seldom silent.
A vibration...
The pounding of soundwaves shattering my mind
Am I alive?
The heat is rising up into my soul
But wait...
Do I really have a mind?
Or a soul?
Do I exist?
Do we exist?
What are we?
Where are we?
Are we?
We could be another creatures fantasy
KT 1978
Copyright © 1978 by Masked Maiden, All rights reserved
Artist: Joseph Linsner
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